I tried to come up with a more complex name for this. Really, I did. But then my dad declared me a “football savant” for dominating last week’s NFL weekly picks and I lost interest in anything other than basking in the glory.

So here’s the deal with this “recipe” – I realize strawberry season has come and gone, but the grocery store is still selling them which means I am still buying them. And will continue to do so until I get tired of this combination which, based on my track record here, should be approximately never.

Verdict

Can I declare a verdict on my own creation (that I realize is nowhere near original)? Because I am. Nailed. It. It’s entirely possible I eat this multiple times a week (read “daily”). My husband thinks it’s weird “because of the toast”, but that’s what makes it awesome. How else is the peanut butter going to get a little on the melty side?

Process

Toast the bread of your choice (I typically use sandwich thins, but my mom gave us a loaf of wheat bread because we looked poor and hungry and I’m a fan of that as well). While your bread is toasting, cut your strawberries to whatever size you’d like. Once your toast pops, smear as much or as little peanut butter as you’d like. Then top with strawberries and a few chocolate chips and prepare to be addicted.

(I’ll also make this without the chocolate chips for breakfast. Seriously. I have a problem. Send help.)

I, along with my sisters, am borderline completely obsessed with tradition. And, if you ask my parents, it never took much for us to declare something a tradition. Basically we had to do it once. Mostly these traditions apply to Christmas – watching Christmas Vacation Thanksgiving night, cinnamon rolls for breakfast on Christmas morning, stockings before breakfast, gifts after breakfast. . .you get the idea.

Also in the tradition mix? The type of Christmas cookies to be baked. Acceptable ones include sugar cookies, mint sandwich cookies, Mexican wedding cakes, and peanut butter blossoms. Unacceptable ones include chocolate chip cookies (why my dad thinks those are Christmas cookies I will never understand).

Based on the above information, you can see how it took a fair amount of courage for my husband to suggest a new type of cookie to add to the mix. And you can see how it was nothing short of a Christmas miracle that I acquiesced.

Nailed it. The husband and I have renamed these Crackies because a) they’re cookies made from crackers (we’re so clever!), and b) they’re addictive. Ridiculously so. You’ve been warned.

Alterations

To be completely honest, I didn’t even look at the recipe until a few minutes ago because it seemed rather self explanatory. And other than the powdered sugar that didn’t make it into my peanut butter, I’d say it was. Also, I obviously didn’t completely cover mine with chocolate. But I did use colored sugar (and snowflake crackers) to make them festive!

Welcome to the week after Thanksgiving – when we all claim to be on a sugar and carb detox (until the Christmas cookies make their appearance)! Of course, you have to ease into that detox or you’ll get a cramp and drown. And that’s where this bowl of oatmeal comes into play.

Nailed it. I’m pretty sure that if this oatmeal had been in my life earlier, I never would have gone through the “oatmeal makes me gag” phase. I halved the recipe and had it as a snack because I can’t really do sweet breakfasts without feeling slightly nauseous all day, but I can promise you this would be delectable any time of the day. I fully intend to have it for dessert.

Alterations

I used regular milk, real sugar instead of stevia, and skipped the peanut butter chips because I didn’t have any. That’s probably my top life regret right now.